Drie Firma

Drie Firma

“Ooh, Daddy, can I have six galleons?” Albus begged, pulling on Harry’s robes.

“What in Merlin's name do you need six galleons for now?” Harry asked.

James pointed toward a large group of kids. Standing in the middle were Gred and Forge Weasley showcasing their fathers' wares. “They’ve got Effingo Incumbo Juice.”

“Fred and George have no shame. Having their sons peddling their products to kids,” Ginny seethed. “And no, you may not buy any of their stuff! Especially anything involving clones!"

“Now, now Gin, if it weren’t for those clones, Fred’o wouldn’t be here right now,” George said from behind the group.

“Too right brother,” Fred smiled. “Nor would our esteemed colleague.”

“Indeed,” Severus snarled. “Come along, Sebastian.”

“Bye Uncle Fred, Uncle George,” Sebastian waved happily as Severus walked his son to the train. “Hey Albus! Come on, you can sit with us.”

“Who’s us?” Albus asked cautiously, following the Snapes.

“Me and Scorpius, he’s a lot of fun, oh and I’ve got stuff from…”

Ginny cringed at the thoughts of what Sebastian had brought for them. “What has he got?” Ginny asked George.

Fred put his arm around his twin, and they both smiled. “Snacks,” they said in unison.

“I just don’t understand what you see in that greasy-” Ron started.

“Careful little brother,” Fred threatened. “You may find yourself waking up to a giant spider again.”

Ron glared at his brothers, but said nothing.

“Ahh, come on, please? I want to try the cloning juice,” James pleaded.

“No!” Harry and Ginny said together.

“You’re not shirking any classes this year with any of those clones!” Ginny scolded.

“And if I find out you have,” Harry threatened.

James rolled his eyes. “I know, I know.”

“Okay, give hugs now, you have to get on board,” Harry announced.

“In front of everyone? They'll think I‘m a…kid,” James said, looking around to see if he were being watched.

“You’ll live,” Harry said, grabbing his son in a hug.

“Dad!”

“Use the cloak to sneak into Hogsmeade, and your uncles will give you a couple bottles of clone juice. Share with your brother, promise?” Harry whispered into his ear.

James smiled from ear to ear, letting his father go. “Promise.”

“Later, family,” George said, heading over to his sons and Severus, with Fred beside him.


The group of adults stood and watched as the Hogwarts Express pulled out of Platform Nine and Three Quarters.

“Are you two going to be at the Burrow on Sunday for dinner?” Ginny asked, still watching the train.

“Yeah, we’ll be there,” Harry answered.

“Okay, we’re off. Lily, give your daddy and Uncle Ron a kiss bye-bye,” Ginny said.

Harry picked up his daughter and gave her a big hug and a kiss. “You behave, and I’ll see you on Sunday, okay?”

“But I want to go with James and Al,” she whined.

“You will be going before you know it, Little Bit,” Harry said, hugging her again.

“We have to be going too, but we’ll see you both on Sunday too,” Hermione said. “Hugo, give daddy hugs.”

Ron lifted his son up, and twirled him around in the air, making the boy giggle with excitement.

“Look Mummy, I’m flying like a snarkel!” Hugo laughed as Ron spun him faster.

Hermione rolled her eyes. “I wish that Loony woman would stop filling his mind with utter rubbish!”

“How is Luna these days?” Harry smiled.

“Driving Viktor and me mental. Since she’s gotten that promotion, I have to share an office with her. She’s trying to put through legislation for the preservation of the snarkel habitat.”

“Come on Hermy, they have rights too,” Ron said, putting an unsteady Hugo down next to his mother.

Hermione glared at him. “I’ve told her, if she can produce a snarkel then I’ll see what I can do. But as they only exist in her mind, then I don’t see a point in continuing this ridiculous legislation. What’s to preserve?”

“Well, we’re off. See you all on Sunday, and Harry don’t forget - you have Lily until Christmas. And Phillip and I are going on a holiday, so you’ll not get any instant sitters, understood?”

Harry rolled his eyes. “I think we can manage.”

Lily hugged Hermione good bye, as Ginny leaned in so only Harry and a panting Ron could hear. “So no firecalls because my git of a brother gets horny, got it?”

“Oi! We’ve never…”

“Save it, Ron. Every time the Cannons play on the wireless, you get all hot and bothered by their new seeker,” Ginny retorted.

“All ready Mum,” Lily said, tugging Ginny's robes.

“Okay, we’re off. Hermione, are you coming with us?” Ginny asked, taking Lily’s hand.

“Yes, thanks so much for the help,” Hermione said, waving by to Harry and Ron. “Hugo can be a…”

Harry and Ron watched as their two exe’s left through the barrier of Platform Nine and Three Quarters. “Oi, Harry,” Ron whispered. “Over there, it’s the ferret.”

Harry turned to see Draco walking into the loo, seemingly wiping a tear from his eye. “Will you stop calling him a ferret,” Harry groaned as he watched Draco disappear inside.

“He still calls me Weaselbee,” Ron said, defending himself.

“Yes, but I told you that's only because he fancies you.”

“Oh, good strategy. Insult the man you secretly want to shag,” Ron teased. “He does know we’re together, right?”

“Yeah, but he still brings you up every time he comes to my office,” Harry said, tapping Ron on the back and heading in the direction of the loo. “Come on, let’s test my theory.”

“And you believe that since I took out Nott at the battle of Hogwarts, that he fancies me?” Ron asked incredulously.

“For the tenth time, Ron, yes. If you’re having second thoughts we don’t have to.”

“Well…I will if you will.”

Harry stopped and faced Ron. “As much as you talked about his arse for the last month, and now you’re having second thoughts?”

Ron smiled sheepishly at Harry. “Nervous, I guess. I mean, what if he…”

Harry pressed a gentle kiss to Ron’s lips. “No one could ever replace you. You’ll always be the name I scream when I come, promise.”

Ron blushed, and slowly started for the loo. “Let’s do this before I loose my nerve.”


They entered the loo at Platform Nine and Three Quarters. The room was empty save for Draco who was standing at a urinal, relieving himself. All sense of propriety left outside, Harry took the urinal to Draco’s right, Ron the one to his left.

Draco, mid pee, turned to Harry. “Ah, Mister. Potter, didn’t know you were still here.”

“You don’t have to call me Mister outside of work, Draco. 'Harry' will do nicely.”

Draco, after taking a quick glance at Harry’s now uncovered cock, turned back to monitor his quickly diminishing stream. “As you wish…Harry.”

Ron bumped slightly into Draco’s arm as he opened his trousers. “Erm…sorry, Malfoy.”

Draco glared at Ron, who grinned goofily, and released his own stream, totally missing the urinal. Draco, having finished, gave his cock a few shakes. Both tried unobtrusively to sneak a peak at each other’s equipment.

“Not bad, huh?” Ron asked, shaking his cock up and down a bit. Draco stood, eyes wide, staring at Ron’s cock, still holding his own cock in his hands as it started to grow.

“I…I wouldn’t know,” Draco said, coming out of his daze, and shaking his cock for stray bits of urine. He started to tuck himself back in as Ron finished.

“Ron and I were having a bit of a debate, Draco, and I was wondering if you, as an impartial bloke, could give us your opinion.”

“I hardly think you want my view,” Draco sneered, zipping up his trousers.

Harry had turned and moved closer to Draco so his chest was now touching Draco’s right arm, and his rapidly growing cock was bumping Draco's hand. “Whose cock do you think is better looking? Ron’s is a bit wide and has foreskin, where as mine is sleek and cut.”

While Draco looked at Harry’s cock, Ron's actions on Draco's other side mirrored Harry's. “I just thought the head of mine was a bit sexier as he has a nice overcoat. But Harry says it makes him look like an old wizard's.”

Draco was silent as he looked from one hard cocks to the other. “I…I…wo-wouldn’t know,” he said, taking a step backwards.

“Well, touch them and tell me if mine feels like an old wizard's cock,” Ron challenged, stepping closer to Draco.

“You’re bo-both mental,” the blond sneered and turned to Harry. “I don’t know what you’re playing at, Potter, but I don’t have to answer to you outside of work. And if you…”

His words stopped as Ron’s breath ghosted across his ear. “No reason to get your knickers in a twist, Draco.”

Draco turned his head quickly, his lips brushing Ron’s. He tried to step away but Ron had moved behind him and his still-exposed cock was pressing into Draco’s arse. “Don’t you like the look of Harry’s cock?” Ron asked, swiping his tongue over Draco’s ear. Draco let out a soft moan.

“Look at Harry, Draco, doesn’t he look sexy?” Ron asked, licking Draco’s earlobe and sucking it into his mouth. Draco moaned out again, but looked at Harry who was standing in front of him stroking his cock.

“He has a killer mouth too,” Ron whispered into his ear, continuing to lick at Draco’s ear. Ron looked over to Harry, who was smiling widely. Ron ran his large hands down Draco’s sides, moving his right hand to drift over Draco’s now fully hard cock.

“Nice cock yourself, Malfoy,” Ron whispered, moving his lips to Draco’s right ear. “How would you like Harry’s mouth around your cock?”

Draco stiffened, his eyes now wide open. “What?”

Ron licked the back of Draco’s ear, softly breathing as he did. He could see from the mirror over the urinal, that Draco’s eyes had fluttered shut, and he let out another soft moan. Rubbing Draco’s cock through his trousers with his right hand, Ron started to unbutton Draco’s trousers with his left hand. “You want Harry to suck you off?”

Draco wrapped his hands around Ron, grabbing his arse and squeezing hard. He gave a loud gasp as Ron's enormous hand made its way into Draco’s boxers and grasped the base of Draco’s cock. Ron moved his tongue to Draco’s neck and started kissing and sucking at the pale flesh.

Harry knelt in front of Draco, burying his nose into Draco’s boxers, the mild sent of urine and sweaty cock wafting up to both Harry and Ron. Running his hands up Draco’s thighs, Harry pulled Draco’s trousers open as far as they would go, hooking his fingers over Draco’s boxers.

Ron moved his hand from Draco’s cock, pulling his shirt away from his neck. He sucked the pale flesh hard and loud, as Draco groaned. Harry took that opportunity to quickly swallow Draco's cock. Draco almost lost his footing, falling back into Ron, who held him up.

Harry started to bob forward and back on Draco’s cock, quickly finding a slow pace so that his hand could stroke and his mouth could suck together. Ron continued to fondle Draco’s body and his tongue continued to lap at his overly sensitive ears.

Draco, hardly recognising the sound of his own moaning, thrust his cock into Harry's mouth. His trousers and boxers had fallen down to his ankles and Ron was kneading his arse.

“Doesn’t his mouth feel incredible,” Ron gasped, frotting against Draco's lower back. “You don’t have to let him pick the pace - he’ll torture you for hours. Go ahead, grab his head and fuck that mouth.”

Draco, squirming frantically between the two Gryffindors, grabbed Harry by the head, and started to fuck his mouth hard and fast. “God’s…fucking good…getting,” Draco rasped.

“You look bloody hot, fucking Harry’s mouth,” Ron growled, his rutting growing more frenzied.

“Ahhhhhh!” Draco shouted, pulling Harry’s head to his stomach as he emptied himself down Harry’s throat.

The door of the loo opened and there was a loud gasp. Ron continued sucking on Draco’s neck as he released onto Draco's back, and the door to the loo clinked shut.

The sound of angry shouts soon drew closer. The three men pulled apart and quickly re-clothed themselves.

“See you at the office,” Harry smiled, then Apparated away.

“Erm…” Draco said, a look of pure confusion on his face.

Ron gave him a quick passionate kiss, and winked at him, before he, too, Apparated.

The door flew open with two station employees and an angry patron came bursting in. Draco scowled at the old man, and Apparated away.

* * ~* *


Harry Disapparated into his office, followed shortly by Ron. “That was close! Did they see you?”

“No, I got out in time,” Ron said breathlessly. “That was bloody fantastic. Just like the old days, shagging in different rooms in the Ministry, barely getting caught.”

“Yeah, what a rush,” Harry smiled.

“Speaking of rush, is your secretary in?” Ron asked, sauntering over to Harry.

“Erm…I think so. Why?”

Ron leaned down and captured Harry’s lips with his own, pressing his body full against Harry’s. The door opened and Sarah gasped. With a quick apology, she shut the door behind her.

Ron started snickering. “I love doing that to her. Now, I think there is something I need to finish,” he said, unbuttoning Harry’s robes.

“Ron, I would love to but I really have to get some work done. Can we postpone until tonight…oh hell.”

Ron snaked his fingers into Harry’s robes and started sucking on his ear. “Are you sure?”

Harry quickly pulled his trousers down. “Merlin, that tongue should be outlawed.”

Ron smiled, and began kissing his way down to Harry’s cock. With a loud slurp, he sucked Harry all the way in, pushing him back onto the desk. He began frantically bobbing on Harry’s cock, making as many obscene noises he could. Harry snaked his fingers into Ron’s hair, moaning loudly.

“Gods, Ron…so close.”

Ron squeezed his hand around the base of Harry’s cock and started stroking and sucking even harder. With a howl, Harry erupted into Ron’s mouth. Ron gagged at the sudden fluid, and tried to get it all, though some oozed out the sides of his mouth.

Releasing Harry’s cock, Ron stood up, wiping Harry’s come from his mouth. “How was that?”

Harry grabbed Ron in an embrace, and pressed his lips to Ron’s.

The door suddenly opened, and Arthur Weasley walked in. “Harry, I wonder…oh my, erm…excuse me, didn’t mean to interrupt. I’ll just be going.” Arthur retreated quickly, his face flaming.

Ron started laughing, and Harry was red as a beet. “It’s not funny, Ron. That’s the sixth time he’s caught us.”

“He didn’t see your bits, nor did he see you come, he just saw us snogging.”

Harry pushed himself out from between Ron and the desk. “But my trousers are around my ankles, Ron. He knows what we were doing.”

“So what? It’s your office.”

“Bugger, I needed to talk to him too. Sorry, Ron, I really have to get back to work.”

“No problem, dear," Ron licked his lips in a vulgar gesture. "You know, you looked bloody sexy, bobbing on that ferret's cock.”

Harry finished buttoning up his robes, and blushed more. “He’s bigger than I thought he would be.”

“How’d he taste?”

“A bit salty, nothing as good as yours.”

Ron pulled himself up to full height. “I’ll see you after work then, pick you up here?”

“That’d be great, and don’t forget I have to work until eight.”

“Until eight then,” Ron said, blowing a kiss to Harry and walking proudly out of his office.

“Damn, I’m good,” Harry said to the empty room. “But, anything for my man.”

* * ~* *


Ron entered the reception room of Harry’s office, white bag in hand. Sarah’s desk was clear as she had gone home several hours before. He opened the door to Harry’s office proper, seeing that Harry was busy over a small stack of parchments.

“Honey I’m home,” Ron sang.

Harry groaned. “You know I hate that expression.”

“But it’s Muggle. I thought you like Muggle things.”

“Not that expression. I feel like I should be wearing witches' robes and carrying dinner to you on a plate.”

“I like the sound of that. Do you also wear knickers under those robes? And a dress?” Ron asked seductively.

Harry scowled at him. “I’m not wearing witches’ clothes.”

“Eh, anyway I’ve brought take out. Got it from Ginny’s pub.”

“Hmmm, what is it?”

“Today’s special, steak and venison pie.”

“Sounds bloody brilliant, I’m famished.”

Ron set up their dinner on the table by the window of Harry’s ninth floor office. They often ate in Harry’s office, and so as to not disturb Harry’s desk, Ron had bought Harry a table for two, just for dining.

“All set, let’s tuck in,” Ron called to Harry, who was still going over parchments.

“This all looks wonderful, Ron. Thank you,” Harry said, sitting down beside Ron.

“What did you think of our little encounter today?” he asked, taking a fork-full of the pie.

“Pretty bloody great,” Ron answered, before stuffing his mouth.

“I told you he wanted you.”

Ron laughed. “Still not sure of that, but you know, he went to work all sticky with my boys covering his back and arse.”

Both men burst into guffaws at the idea of a spunk-encrusted Malfoy. “Not so proper for a Malfoy, eh,” Ron added, with more laughter.

They finished their dinner, and sat drinking firewhiskey while watching the Muggle world slow down. Harry draped his hand over Ron’s thigh and rubbed softly, while talking about the upcoming Quidditch World Cup.

“Play you for it?” Harry offered.

Ron frowned at him. “Last time you cheated.”

“I never,” Harry said in mock indignation.

“You bloody well did. You pulled three of my pieces off the board!”

“You still won,” Harry reminded him.

“Not by much.”

“Do you want to play or not?”

“You set it up, and I want orange.”

Harry began setting up the chess game, and moved his seat to sit opposite Ron. “Only you would spell a chess game the colours of the Chudley Cannons.”

“I like them.”

“Same rules, or do you want to add some this time?” Harry asked.

“No - same rules. An article of clothing for a back row piece. Winner takes all.”

“I want a handicap then.”

“Harry, we’re not Muggles. We’re wizards, and wizards play chess the proper way.”

“Fine, but I go first.”

“Wait - one more addition to the rules,” Ron smiled.

“We’ve just now started and you want to change rules now?”

“You’ll like it.”

Harry sighed. “What is it?”

“If I take one of your back row pieces, I get to remove the article of clothing.”

“Hmmm,” Harry smiled happily. “I do like that rule. Done.”

“Your move, dear.”

Harry started with a pawn, as per his usual tactic. Ron started with a knight, as was his usual strategy. With in five minutes, Ron was removing Harry’s second sock with deliberate slowness. “I’ve got plans for this one,” Ron whispered over the bottom of Harry’s left foot.

“You haven’t won yet, Ron.”

“No, but I do have both of your knights, a rook and a bishop,” Ron leered. “Not looking good for you.”

“Can I have my foot back now, so I can move?” Harry asked impatiently.

“Sorry, just admiring the architecture.”

“I’m not a building, Ron.”

“I still love you.”

Harry blushed and moved his knight seven squares to the left, which Ron proceeded to take with his queen. Grumbling, Harry got up and stood next to Ron, who happily started to unbutton Harry’s trousers, with his teeth.

“Mmm, you smell so sexy,” Ron said, as he inhaled deeply into the opened trousers. Slowly rubbing his hands up Harry’s legs, Ron hooked his fingers around Harry’s buttocks and gingerly pulled off the trousers. Harry leaned on Ron’s shoulders as he stepped out of his trousers. Ron caressed the now bare flesh of Harry’s legs. “So perfect.”

“I still have my shirt and y-fronts, I can still win,” Harry whimpered.

“Ma-make your next move.”

Two moves later Harry lost his queen and shirt, leaving him sitting in front of Ron wearing only his y-fronts. He glared intensely at the board.

“Looking good,” Ron said, licking his lips.

“Do you mind? I’m concentrating!”

Another move and one of Ron’s pawns reached the other side, winning him back his sock, and knight. “And with that I do believe, that is…check mate, mate.”

Harry sat at the small table, both hands on either side of the chessboard, desperately looking for a way out. There was no hope however, as his king was surrounded by all but two of Ron’s pieces, checked by the now present knight.

“Fine, you win,” Harry said standing up, hooking his thumbs into his y-fronts, and his king was trampled by Ron’s knight.

“No, no no, Harry,” Ron corrected. “I get to remove them, remember?”

Harry crossed his arms, and frowned at Ron. “Well, get on with it," he grumbled.

“No, mate, you look bloody brilliant,” Ron ogled. He stood up and moved in front of Harry, pressing his lips into a passionate kiss against Harry’s. Harry wrapped his arms around Ron and deepened the kiss. There was an ever so soft squeak which Ron just barely heard, and of which Harry didn't hear at all. From the reflection in the window, Ron saw the cause of the noise, and smiled into Harry’s mouth. He lifted Harry up, and Harry wrapped his legs around Ron’s waist. Walking over to the desk, Ron pulled his wand out of his back pocket, and waved it at the desk. Parchments, quills and ink flew into the air and off the desk as their kiss became more heated.

Ron deposited Harry on top of the now clear desk, and climbed up on top of him, raising Harry’s hands over his head. Pulling away from the kiss for a fraction of a second, Ron whispered a quick binding spell, tying Harry’s hands over his head to the other side of the desk. Re-capturing Harry’s lips, and silencing his protest, Ron began taking off his outer robes.

Draco watched from the slightly opened door to Harry’s office as Ron sat up and removed his robes. Ron climbed down off of Harry and slowly performed a stripe tease for him, who from the grin on his face was enjoying the show. Draco instinctively began rubbing his cock through his trousers, biting his bottom lip so he didn’t moan out loud. Ron removed both of his white socks, and tied them together. Climbing back on top of Harry, and the desk, Ron blindfolded Harry with his socks.


“Draco’s watching us from the door,” Ron whispered into Harry’s ear.

“No way!” Harry whispered back.

Ron began licking and sucking at Harry’s neck, breathing against Harry’s ear. “Do you want him to join us?”

Harry moaned loudly. “Is he still there?”

Ron switched ears his attentions to Harry‘s other ear, and could see movement by the door. “Yes, he is, the little perv. Do that moaning thing again.”

Harry complied, as he lifted his hips up to Ron. “I’m for it if you are,” Harry said softly. “I want to fuck him, though.”

Ron attached his lips to Harry’s neck, and began sucking hard. Harry cried out, wiggling underneath Ron. He began groaning loudly as Ron marked him. Pulling back and admiring his handiwork, Ron began rubbing Harry’s bare flesh. “I won the match, I get to choose who does what to whom,” he said, just loud enough for Harry to hear.

Ron began sucking love bites down Harry’s chest and stomach, on his way to Harry’s now tented y-fronts. Harry continued to groan, moan and squirm from underneath Ron. Ron bypassed Harry’s pants and continued sucking bite marks down the inside of Harry’s left leg. When he reached the end of the desk, Ron climbed down, and removed his shirt. Standing in only his boxers, Ron leaned over and slowly pulled Harry’s y-fronts off, exposing the full length of Harry’s twitching cock.

“Bloody hell, you look amazing, Harry.” Ron leaned over the desk, and grasped Harry’s cock, blowing over the head.

Harry’s breathing got increasingly louder, and when Ron swallowed him to the hilt, he cried out. Ron pulled off and licked the large vein on the underside of Harry’s cock, down to his bullocks, and inhaled the musky scent that was Harry. There was a slight squeak as the door opened slowly, but Ron continued to savour Harry’s cock. Wrapping his left hand around the base of Harry’s cock, Ron swallowed Harry again, and quickly found a fast, even pace. Harry thrust into Ron’s mouth, while his moans increased in volume and frequency.

“Merlin, Ron…so close,” Harry moaned.

With an indecent slurp, Ron released Harry’s cock.

“No, don’t stop,” Harry pleaded.

Ron pulled at Harry’s legs, until his buttocks were at the edge of the desk, and his arms pulled taut over his head. “My show, Harry.”

He lifted Harry’s legs and rested them on his shoulders, tapping Harry’s entrance with his pulsing purple cock. Ron Accio’ed a jar from the table, and poured some of the oil into his hand. He stroked the oil over his cock, and pushed fully into Harry with one thrust.

Harry cried out, only half enjoying the intrusion and pain, but in his current bound position, could do nothing about it. Ron gave him a couple of minutes to get used to having his cock buried inside his arse, before he began slowly moving his hips forward and back.

“Merlin, Harry, you’re so bloody tight.” Ron grabbed Harry’s thighs and began thrusting faster. Harry’s moaning increased with each thrust. Just as fast as Ron began, he stopped his motions.

Still buried inside Harry, Ron turned toward the door, looking eye to eye with Draco Malfoy. With a smirk, he said, “Care to join us?”

Draco’s eyes widened.

“It’s all right, come on in,” Ron said seductively. He looked Draco up and down, from his receding hairline, down his dark green silk shirt, to his not-so-imported silk trousers. “We’d both love to have you join us.”

Draco gave Ron a suspicious look as he stepped inside the room and shut the door. “But...why me? Why did you…you know...at the station? Why?”

Ron shrugged. “You’re one bloody hot man, and we both fancy you.”

“But you’re together,” Draco said, crossing his arms.

“And…we both fancy you,” Ron said again, as if it explained everything. “Come over here, I want to show you something.”

Draco paused for a moment, and then walked the ten steps to Ron. When Draco was standing next to Ron, Ron lifted Harry’s legs off his shoulders, and slipped his cock from Harry’s body.

“Doesn’t he look hot?” Ron asked.

Draco only mumbled something inaudible, as he was clearly transfixed by Ron's slick shiny cock. Ron took the advantage, pulling Draco to stand in front of him. He pressed his lips firmly against the blond's, who opened his mouth, immediately submitting to Ron. Ron pushed his tongue into Draco’s mouth, tasting the man and affirming his dominance.

Harry, still bound and lying open for the two men to ogle, wrapped his legs around Draco and Ron, locking his feet behind them.

“Are you joining us then?” Ron asked, pulling out of Draco’s mouth.

Draco smiled, and grabbed the sides of Ron’s face, crushing their lips together again.

Ron, wasting no time, pulled Draco into him, taking over the kiss. Ron moved his hands down Draco’s sides, and onto Harry’s bare legs, squeezing the unspoken answer to his question. Opening an eye, Ron could see Harry’s huge smile.

Ron pulled out of the kiss. “I think we’re ignoring someone here.”

Harry bent his knees so his feet were flat on the desk. Draco turned around, finding Harry lying open and waiting for him.

Ron leaned his head on Draco’s shoulder. “Doesn’t he look brilliant? Go ahead, you can touch him,” Ron said, removing Draco’s outer robes. Flinging the garment across the room, he reached around to unbutton Draco's shirt, while sucking at his neck.

“Go ahead, stroke him - he like it when you squeeze the base tight,” Ron instructed, as Draco timidly reached toward Harry’s open body.

Harry gasped as Draco wrapped his long fingers around the base of his cock, squeezing firmly. Draco barely noticed as his shirt was removed and his trousers pooled around his ankles.

Ron bent down, removing Draco's boots, trousers, and boxers. He stood and pressed his cock against Draco’s lower back for the second time that day, noticing the flaky white substance over Draco’s buttocks and back.

Kissing a line across Draco’s shoulders and up to his right ear, Ron spoke across Draco to Harry. “Our mate here didn’t clean up after our shag this morning, Harry. That’s fucking sexy, Draco.”

Ron could see Draco blush, and wrapped his hands around the shorter man, grasping his cock with one hand and bullocks with the other. Draco moaned aloud, and stopped exploring Harry’s cock as Ron licked and sucked at Draco’s ear and neck.

“Do you want to fuck him?” Ron whispered into Draco’s ear.

“Gods, yes,” Draco sighed.

Ron grabbed the jar of oil, drizzling it over Draco’s cock. With a few strokes, Ron lined him up with Harry. “Go on.”

Harry cried out when Draco entered him, and Draco legs almost gave out. “I’ve got you - go on, he’s all ready for you,” Ron guided Draco's hips, urging him thrust into Harry.

Draco complied, and Ron continued licking and sucking at his back, oiling up his own cock. “You look fantastic fucking him, Draco. How’s he feel?”

“Merlin, he’s so tight.”

Ron leaned in, placing his hands on the desk, stopping Draco’s movements, and causing Harry to whimper with frustration. “I want to fuck you, Draco. I want to fuck you while you fuck Harry.”

“Oh, Gods, please,” Draco pleaded.

Ron smirked, and gently maneuvered Draco into place. Placing his slick cock at Draco’s entrance, he slowly pushed in. Draco shouted out in pain.

When Ron was fully seated, he continued sucking and licking at Draco’s ear. “I’m going to pull back and set the pace. Just ride along with me, okay?”

Draco’s only response was a rather gurgling growl. After a few awkward moments, Ron found an even pace thrusting into Draco, pushing him into Harry in turn. Soon Ron picked up the speed, frantically fucking Draco into Harry, who moaned and squirmed, his legs thrown over Draco's shoulders.

“St-start stroking him, he’s really close,” Ron said.

With just four strokes, Harry's back arched and he shouted out his orgasm, coating Draco’s long fingers and his chest. Moments later, Draco gasped, burying himself deep inside Harry, as he rode out his orgasm.

Ron stopped his movements, and pulled Harry’s legs down to lie over the desk, Draco still buried inside him. Pushing Draco on top of Harry, Ron began thrusting wildly into Draco, both Draco and Harry groaning in pain or pleasure. A few minutes later, Ron’s breathing increased and he shouted as he thrust once more into Draco before his orgasm shot out of him.

When his breathing returned to normal, Ron pulled his half hard cock from Draco, and bent down to pick up his wand. He released the bindings on Harry’s wrists, and transfigured the desk into a king sized four-poster. He climbed up on the bed and lay next to Harry, untying the socks from around his eyes. Harry pressed his lips to Ron’s and Draco watched as they kissed tenderly.

Draco quietly gathered up his clothes, and started to dress.

“Where are you going?” Harry asked.

“I thought I’d better get-” Draco started.

“Come on up and join us,” Ron offered patting the bed.

“I…should leave you two alone.”

“We just had a shag of our lives, and you’re not going to share in the afterglow?” Ron asked.

Draco dropped his trousers and climbed up on the bed, leaning into a heated kiss with Ron, over Harry’s chest. Harry took the opportunity to attach his lips to Draco’s neck, sucking hard and loudly. Ron and Harry held Draco in place, as he tried to pull away form Harry. He whimpered into Ron’s mouth, as both Ron claimed him by his mouth, and Harry by the neck.

When Harry was happy with his work, he gently licked at the dark purple mark on Draco‘s pale, perfect skin. “That’s better.”

Ron let Draco go as well, and they all settled down on the bed.

“Say Draco,” Ron asked after a long silence.

“Yeah,” he replied, lying next to Harry, his arm over his chest and playing with the hairs around Harry’s left nipple.

“You never got married?”

“No.”

“Who is Scorpius' mother?”

Draco didn’t answer for a few moments. “That’s rather personal.”

“You just came in my arse, I know because I can feel it coming out of me now. How much more personal can that be?” Harry asked.

Ron smacked Harry’s chest. “You have no tact.”

Draco stared at both of them before asking, “Do you promise not to repeat this?”

“Of course,” Ron and Harry said in unison.

“When those brothers of yours created that infernal Effingo Incumbo Juice with Snape, they also created another potion with him. The fertility draught for men." Draco sighed and lay flat on the bed. "My father’s trial was coming up, and as you know, they made him wait because he was in Voldemort’s inner circle. He heard Snape talking about the potion, and spent an inordinate amount of money on a dose.”

Harry and Ron said nothing, just looked at Draco sympathetically.

“Well, father had a week to go for his trial and one night at dinner, unbeknownst to me, he served it to me as a sleeping draught. I was so scared of losing him, I wasn’t sleeping. He even had me sleeping in his room. Since mother died in the final battle, he wasn’t sleeping either. So, anyway the night before his trial, he asked if I would…”

“You don’t have to say it Draco,” Harry wrapped an arm around the blond.

“It’s okay. It’s not uncommon actually, with pureblood families. And we’d been together before when mother would visit Aunt Bellatrix in Azkaban. It wasn’t until he died three months later that I noticed something was different. He- he died not even knowing it worked, or even seeing his grandson.”

They lay there quietly for a long while, a stray tear flowing down Draco’s cheek.

“So, why did you name him Scorpius?” Ron finally asked.

Draco gave a despondent laugh. “It was Fathers third name. He hated it, but I’d always liked it. Sounded more powerful, somehow.”


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Harry woke up to a wet, hot mouth around his hard morning wood. He opened his eyes to see, Ron sucking at the head of his cock. There was no sign of Draco, and at this moment, Harry didn’t care. All that mattered was that his husband was giving him one hell of a blow job.


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A/N II - The title, Drie Firma, is African for Three's Company.